The Setup
At breakfast, Carlos kissed our son’s forehead and told me with feigned calm,
“I’ll be away on a business trip for several days. Communication might be limited. Please look after our boy, okay?”
I forced a smile.
“Of course,” I said softly.
As soon as he left, I called a close friend who worked at the airport. She confirmed it within minutes — two tickets to Cancún, departing at noon.
I drove straight there. I wasn’t planning to make a scene; I just needed to see it with my own eyes.
Sure enough, there he was — walking hand in hand with a younger woman, both dressed like they were starring in a romantic movie. My blood ran cold, but I held my composure.
